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𝑈𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑝𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑡ã𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠.
𝑅𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑚 "𝑐𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜" 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 "𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑜", 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟ã𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑧 𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑖𝑟𝑚ã 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑣𝑎, 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑚ã𝑒; 𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑎, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 "𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒" 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑜 𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑣𝑒-𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑧...𝐹𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑧 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑟 𝑢𝑚 𝑡𝑒𝑟ç𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑑𝑜ç𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑜.

𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑒, 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑙 é!! 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑜𝑠 𝑙á𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠ã𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑎, 𝑐𝑢𝑗𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑚 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎, 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑛ç𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑅𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎 é ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑜 𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑟 𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟....

-𝐴ℎ 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣é𝑚. "𝑂𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎ç𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎ç𝑎𝑚 𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎çã𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎çã𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑎."

-𝑁ã𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎, 𝑗ã 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑎. "𝐴𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠, 𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢ê𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎."

-𝐸𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑖?? 𝑂𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑡ã𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡á, 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎çã𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠...𝐴𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒??? "𝑈𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑙 𝑒𝑟𝑎."

𝑈𝑚𝑎 𝐿𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝐴𝑔𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑎.Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora